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Chapter 380 The White Tiger’s Evil Guest Comes, All Mortal Worlds Are Like a Net (1)

When Wang Anfeng turned around and left, he saw the big Qin Tiezu stopping on the street of this restaurant, so he just stood at the street corner, looking at the tea stand of the restaurant. The leader was a middle-aged general in armor.

When Wang Anfeng passed by, he smiled gently at him.

The young man nodded in return.

His eyes were dark and deep, he looked at the weapon in the general's hand and the short crossbow behind his waist, and then walked slowly, wearing a green shirt with wide sleeves, the sleeves fluttered, and he looked like a scholar.

The soldiers behind them lined up, and the strings of the crossbows behind each of them were tensed.

There was a piercing chill.

On the restaurant, the fifth floor.

In the pavilion with only one word 'elegant', the man in black robe bit his thumbnail, blood came out from the bite, his eyes stared straight at the street below, and he retracted from the big Qin soldiers who had marched past. He looked away, thoughtfully, and said:

"Daqin's eagle dog has already smelled it..."

"They are especially sharp at this time."

Zhou Laosan, who has extraordinary internal skills and palm strength, sat at the table behind, rubbed the big jasper finger on his finger, and said slowly:

"They dare not make a move here."

"In other words, before you know your identity, you will never take the initiative."

The man in black didn't even bother to respond to the fat man's temptation behind him. He had a sword pinned to his waist. A ferocious roaring tiger was carved on the hilt. He moved the sword, raised his hand and tore off the dry, cracked dead skin at the corner of his mouth. Throw it into your mouth and chew it.

His mouth was bloody, but he didn't feel the slightest pain. After a long silence, he suddenly said:
"The people from Tianjianmen are still there?"

Zhou Laosan nodded, not knowing whether it was admiration or ridicule, and said:

"Very calm."

"I don't have any plans to move, and even the mountain doesn't seem to know the news."

The man nodded and whispered to himself:

"Naturally, the Heavenly Sword Gate wouldn't dare to come out."

"You have clashed with them so many times in these years, you can see that now is the best time, how can they not see it?"

"Honghui was also a great swordsman back then."

"Swordplayers are much more ruthless than other warriors."

"The only ones who can drive him to a dead end, bring a lineage of disciples back here from hiding in Tibet, come to the foot of this mountain, and dare not even leave the city at the last moment, are naturally only fifth-rank warriors."

"And those who can pick them up under the command of the adults can only be swordsmen of the same fifth rank."

The man's voice stopped and did not continue, but another person in the room already knew what he meant by the remaining words.

In Tianjianmen, there are many teenagers who practice swords, and there are many masters who use swords.

There is exactly one person in the fifth rank.

70 years ago, there was a swordsman who drank three cups of wine and smashed the sea of ​​light and clouds with his sword. The old man in the Tianjian Gate was the boy who held the sword 70 years ago. The scabbard, accompanied by the Heavenly Sword, traverses the world.

Riding a horse out of the border under the moon, each man wields a sword with three thousand armors.

On the night when the sword was like frost, Tong'er was warming the wine beside him at that time. Now the swordsman with the long sword left the world. The windshield and rain have been protected for a full 30 years.

It is now the Giant Pillar of Tianjianmen.

As long as this giant pillar is broken, it is equivalent to breaking the backbone of Tianjianmen. A five-rank master with superb swordsmanship sits in command, and five six-rank swordsmen are two different concepts.

A sect can also have two kinds of conditions.

Zhou Laosan was smiling.

He is the deputy sect master of the Shuangquan Sect, but he looks like a wealthy businessman. This time is the biggest deal he has done so far, but any deal must have profit and loss, but now he feels that he is so One time is sure to make a profit without losing money.

Himself and others, even the warrior in front of him, are just a decoy on the surface.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

I and others are just cicadas.

And this cicada is also 'under the protection' of the Great Qin Tiezu. In any case, the battle between the oriole and the praying mantis will not affect here. Their task is just to keep an eye on the enemy, show the enemy weak, and release news at the right time.

Then drink a few days of good wine in the best and best restaurant in the city.

If the old man playing swords on the mountain is reluctant to part with a sixth-rank swordsman, he will come down to pick him up.

In all likelihood, it will be broken on the way to the city.

It was Tianjianmen who saw through and held back.

That would at least keep the lineage elders here.

Then publicize Tianjianmen's move and tarnish their reputation.

Zhou Laosan rubbed the wrench on his finger with a kind smile on his face.

Take your time and take it apart.

As long as you don't stop working, no matter how big the foundation is, it can always be demolished within ten years.

How can there be any morals in the rivers and lakes? After finally seeing such a fat piece of meat, is there any reason not to bite off a big piece?
Ever since the man in black stopped talking, he just stared outside without speaking, with a dazed expression on his face.

He didn't know what was going on in the back of the fat fat man's mind, and he really didn't have much interest. This time, he came here mainly because of the order from above to bring back the things left by the Heavenly Sword back then.

What are you going to do?he does not know.

Not very interested either.

There is a tall sycamore tree at the edge of his line of sight.

There should be a swordsman under the plane tree.

Honghui.

At least it used to be, and now that man has long been unqualified to be called a swordsman.

He thought so.

As a swordsman, the solitary bravery, the fierceness of cutting through difficulties, these things have long been absent from the man, and now he is just a warrior with a sword.

The world is a big net, people limit others, they are also limited by others, and more are also limited by themselves, such as feelings, principles, responsibilities, and loyalty.

But it's just self-limiting.

As a martial artist, with all his strength, he is subject to all kinds of restrictions. He can't be free and easy, and he is so aggrieved. In the last sentence, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are happy to be kind and enmity.

However, his apprentice has this potential...

If it is in secret contact, it may be introduced into the hall.

If you can kill your master...

His eyes were in a daze, and the fingers of his right hand kept groping on the lips where the dead skin had been torn off, as if he wanted to find another piece of dead skin to tear off. His lips were covered in blood, and his fingers were stained, but he didn't care. , sticking out his tongue to lick the blood clean.

PS: The first update is here, and there will be more soon. This chapter has fewer words because it is just an appetizer. The next chapter will come soon_(:з」∠)_
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